Seeing Shen You'an waiting at the door, a flicker of venom crossed Zhou Qin's ashen eyes. She charged forward and demanded angrily, "I told you to come early to get me. What—aren't you supposed to be rich? You can't even spare a few thousand for my bail? How am I supposed to trust you?"
Shen You'an looked at her impassively. "Learn from your mistakes, Zhou Qin. Why don't you ever grow?"
Zhou Qin spat, "You're someone who has a mother but wasn't raised by her..."
The word "trash" had yet to spill from her lips when a large hand suddenly clamped around her neck. The suffocating force made her heart sink abruptly, and her eyes bulged instinctively.
Before her stood a girl, whose expression was colder than ice, with eyes behind her glasses that resembled an ancient, bottomless frozen lake.
A profound terror surged from deep within Zhou Qin's soul, setting her limbs trembling uncontrollably.
